About a month has passed since my MIL's visit and I am still consumed with some of the things that occurred during her visit. She stayed with us for almost 6 weeks and this was the first time she had met her grandchildren who are both under the age of 2 1/2. When I first found out she was coming I was excited that they would finally get to meet their other grandma although apprehensive at the same time - especially at the length of time she was coming (she was also coming after a stint of helping DH's sister with her new baby). DH kept telling me how great it would be to have the extra hands to help me out because I am living in crazy town right now with these two so close together! But when she came, it was the exact opposite of what I had anticipated. She spent a lot of time in her room "resting" with the TV on and sleeping large chunks of the day away. I understand she was tired however I was under the impression the trip was so that she could get to know her grandsons. Right from the get go, she would repeatedly tell me if we lived in Nigeria we would have "people" doing all this stuff for us (cooking, cleaning, bathing, putting the kids to bed etc). My days are very busy here and I usually don't have a lot of time to sit around (no different than the majority of moms!) - she would often comment on me bustling around but then she would just kind of disappear upstairs. When she did spend time with the boys I found it was often disciplining the older one on things that he did. I found it was hard for him to really get a chance to warm up to her. One day, she had a talk with me about why we chose to name our children the way we did and not use their African names for their first names rather than their middle names. She refuses to call them by their given names and only their middle African names - I have no problem with her doing this although she has asked me many times to call them their African names too. I do not. I love their middle names but I call them by their first names that their father and I chose for them. She often questioned why I did not going to church and bring the boys (personal choice of my DH and I). I enjoy her but I was really put off and irritated by the fact that I would be busting my butt all day long and she would be upstairs watching TV. She did on the rare occasion help me wash dishes which was nice. I guess I just expected a lot more as my mom really "gets in there" when she is here or plays with them and takes the boys outside. I found a frequent activity for her to do with them was turn the TV on. The kicker for me though was an incident between her and I (DH was not at home) right at Xmas time. She had spent most of the day upstairs (except for coming down for meals which she usually made herself) while I was having a talk with my oldest about standing on the chair and rocking it. I was calmly talking to him about getting down (he was resisting) and she got right in his face and took over. I calmly told her it was OK I was dealing with the situation (as she had just walked into our confrontation). She continued going on at him and started in on 'you had better listen or you are going to get a smack'. This is when I had had just about enough and told her to leave it alone and no one was going to be smacking anyone and we do not smack in our house (which was also quite surprising as she had told DH to never spank the boys - which we do not). I was getting a bit worked up but trying to remain cool and kept repeating myself. Meanwhile my son is looking back and forth between us a bit confused as we are both talking to him. Anyways she kept going with the smacking threats and I said not to worry to my son - no one will be smacking you and just listen to mama that's all you have to listen to right now. I can still feel the rage building up in me as I write this and that's when I grabbed our jackets and we headed out of the house to cool down. I was livid! In my heart, I feel like she knew she was getting a rise out of me because she had this smirk on her face the entire time. Like she knew she wasn't going to smack him but just thought this game would be fun to play on me. I honestly lost a lot of respect for her at that very moment and now, to this day, don't have much appreciation for her nor do I look forward to her visiting again. The next day it was as if nothing ever happened. I know she cares for me and likes me but I do get the feeling from her and her comments that as a white girl I have no culture, I have no values and that these boys are only African. This whole visit did end up causing strain between my DH and me - well maybe just strain on my side. I think he loved having his mom there cooking him some African meals etc but I had a tough time dealing with it all. Can anyone help me out on how to mend this relationship with her? Of course my DH loves his mother and she loves him and her grandchildren and will be back but how can I get some respect out of all this. She also got into this calling me "DH's wife" as in Nigeria she explained people wouldn't call me by my name but would refer to me as 'so and so's wife' or 'so and so's mother'. She liked calling me that around the house in a joking way but after awhile it got very tiring. Please help. Any advice? Thoughts? Am I going blowing this out of proportion because I really don't feel that I am.......: